The frantic fashion designer pinned sheets of cloth to a busted mannequin, frustrated they berated the mannequin, "Dolores, what are you doing?".
This affectionate name was given to the inanimate body of plastic by the ditzy designer. They, in all their years of creation, have stuck by this mannequin. It had become a friend to them.
The fabric kept slipping off of the smooth plastic skin of "Dolores" and found its way to the floor once again. A frustrated grunt left the artist's lips as they dropped down to pick it up again. Desperately, they threw the fabric onto their table and sat down.
"I'm never going to make it in this industry" a deep sigh escaped their lips as they let go of their tools.
For years they had dreamed of becoming a well-known name in Fashion. They had dreamed of their designs overtaking the runway, but that dream seemed distant and impossible now that they had been faced with numerous difficulties. Life was difficult for anyone in this world, but for an artist it seemed impossible to traverse the day-to-day calamities in an increasingly destructive world. The ability to create anything, especially something as trivial as "fashionable" clothes was seen as extravagant and excessive. The apocalypse was nigh, with greater issues such as climate change and nuclear wars on the mind of many, most people did not care for pretty clothes. Especially with increased costs and pollution in the fashion industry they felt their chances of fulfilling any sort of purpose in this world by achieving their dreams to be useless.
These thoughts plagued them greatly, but they continued to hone in on their craft. Even as they set out on a different path to make a living, their real goal was to be a more moral Cruella Deville.
"Dolores, how do you like this color scheme?" the designer retorted as they pulled out new fabrics from plastic drawers. The mannequin, obviously inanimate, did not reply.
The artist, who often trusted their own volition, projected an opinion onto it. "No, no. Doesn't fit the vibe".
With a heavy sigh, they put down their pins and gave up for the night.
Talking to the mannequin, "We will resume first thing in the morning".
YOU ARE READING
five ff
Fanfiction[wip] five hargreeves ff x reader (fashion designer! oc-ish reader) Reader: They/Them pronouns - So that it is applicable regardless of gender - Imagine how you like OC-ish because there is some backstory and I apply some creative liberty with the c...
